Dolphin leaping over waves 
Turns the storm inside her chest
Into a sea spray

Plaything in the swimming pool
Spinning, doing somersaults
Not afraid to look like a fool

The sunset over the horizon
Casts out an orange net
Winds it back in a purple spool of twilight

At the beach, the cormorant's flight
Dives to submerge her naked form
Bathing in a starry night

Rare fish flutters in the bath
Wants to move her restless fins
Circles of a worn out path

The sunrise from under the mountains
Brings a quiet to the mind
Like it has never been witnessed before

Mermaid in an antique store
Gazing out of the window
Yearning to get back to shore


recorded with fry

Aquarius


i'm afraid I've turned this love into a cage
As I battle with a restless rage
Was I meant to stumble upon you in my youth
A time where I am meant to learn my truths?

Maybe it's a stupid fear
That I'll grow resentful of staying here
But I'm tossing and turning, dear
Might never get to relive these years

There's an older you in my future home
And me, in a garden that I roam
No further from because I already flew
Returned to my sanctuary to be with you

Scary to think that I could throw
This away, for an unknown
But I really need to be alone
Figure this old life out on my own

Know this is out of the blue
Can't keep looking to you
To tell me who
I am

Birds in the garden.mp3

Autumn coloured gum trees
On this mountain that I read by
Sunlight flickers on my face
Canopy of leaves, they lace the sky

I hear the wind, it's sighing hello

If your heart is spun anew,
Pull over now so you
Can get out and take in the view

Paintbrush breeze and many suns
Smeared the waves and hills 'til they belonged
Warm breath of the grass and sea
Mingle and wash over me, oh love

It might feel like a different place tomorrow


Apollo Bay.mp3

Fry on guitar.

I'm gonna talk a load of nonsense
Cause the way I feel is so intense

I wanna thank you for your patience
For being my best friend

I'm gonna take you to the places
Where my heart feels this naked

I wanna share these moments with you
Cause you make me feel so true

Your company does not compare
And our pillow talk happens anywhere

Still I cannot find words to explain this
Only felt in song or when we kiss

Harp Song.mp3

There's a tenderness in his tone and a lucidity in his looks. I tell him things and then forget them; later confused by his references to the thoughts that poured out of me. When I leave his embrace I feel handmade. Float down the hall and back to bed, where I unravel and seep in the glow of the places he touched - my heart most of all. Days later, I press my own lips to the back of my hand and reminisce about his parting kiss. It takes a long time to shake, and his absence disrupts my sleep. I awaken and find myself hurtling through the dark abyss, returning to a loneliness I've always known. As nights pass, I begin to make it through til morning. I speak of him fondly, with less sadness now. In weeks, when I can bear it, I listen to the parts he wrote that sing and all the things are in their place. It takes a listener like him to conjure, and like all deciphers, historians and appreciators of art, I accept I may never come to know the language but find a meaning of my own. 

a poem.mp3

recorded 9 vocal takes to feel around for a melody, muting each as i went. flute was recorded at 3am as quietly as i could play in my backyard so not to wake anyone, hence the breathlessness..

music/vocals were all recorded on my housemate’s laptop and the next morning she wanted it back so i quickly unmuted before exporting the file and this was what i got. i moved out soon after, never to see the original again. 

would love to refine this one day but missing the gear 🦋

lyrics

can you hear me?
please don't listen closely
to the things i say
only some truth floats
among my jumbled messes
it’s the way i communicate
unformed thoughts that pour out of me

i’ll let go of these confessions
if you'll let me stay

Disregard these differences
And let us close our distances
So we, to kiss
With all the corners of our lips
To melt in epiphanic bliss
I am your bitch, you are my witness
I sense tenderness reflected back at me

My soul fused to yours from such intimacy, and yet,
You take the baton of eternal connection
And you pass it on
And pass it on

junjira

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